The Adventures of Bad Boy & Bad Girl

1 - Didn't Falling in Reverse's New Album Come Out While I Was Locked Up?

Chapter 1 - Didn't Falling in Reverse's New Album Come Out While I Was Locked Up?

*Bridget's POV*

"Your mom is waiting for you outside." Said the short, chubby, bald officer as I walked out of the bathroom. Was he really out here the whole time while I was changing into my regular clothes? I mean, I know it's a maximum security juvenile detention center, but that's just really creepy.

I nodded and he led me to an empty, dull looking hall. Everything in here was dull; it was prison, for Christ's sake. I saw a light at the end of the hall, and it was coming from a small glass pane in the door. We walked down the hall and all you could hear were our footsteps, and a pin drop, of course. Once we reached the door, he took out his collection of keys, picked one, and opened the door.

Blinded by the sunlight, I squinted, and saw a silver Honda, the only car parked in the damn lot. As if on cue, a woman wearing a red skin tight dress and matching pumps with long, straight, black hair stepped out of the car. My mother.

"Don't screw up again, kid." Said the cop, and with that, he gestured towards the car. I smirked, and made my way towards the vehicle.

Wondering why I was in juvy? Gather 'round for story time, children.

Once upon a time, when I was 15, my father caught my mom doing the nasty with some random guy. After a very heated argument, my dad punched my mother in the face, and my identical twin brother, Brent, witnessed this. He called the cops, and needless to say, they arrested my father. After that, my mother would have a new boy toy every month or so. Did she care about me and my brother at all? No. It was always my father who took care of me and Brent.

After about my mothers fifth or so boyfriend, my brother had enough of it, and ran away. He left a letter to both me and my mother. Mine explained how sorry he was and that he needed to get away from the whore. My mom's explained why he was sick of her and that she should stop, for me. Did that change her behavior? Obviously not.

I would always get in trouble to try to get my mother's attention, but she never really cared what I did. After about a year, it wasn't to get my mom's attention, all that bad stuff was just fun, and a habit. After a while, my acts went through evolution. Writing swear words with a Sharpie on the principal's door turned into spray painting the principal's car. Glaring at a hoe from across the hallway turned into beating the crap out of her after school. And staying out an hour past "curfew" turned into not coming home for three days straight.

Really, none of this landed me in juvy, but a few weeks ago, me and a couple of friends decided to get revenge on this douche who cheated on my best friend, Maddie. By revenge, of course I mean slitting his tires, breaking the windows, and windshield, spray painting and scratching the rest of the car, and scratching up the leather interior. Of course though, friends are as real as Barbie, right? Once the cops showed up, it was too late, pigging out at McDonald's previously took its toll on me and I couldn't catch up with my friends. I ended up in the slammer.

I was being released for "good behavior". I'm on probation, though.

"Darling! It's been too long!" Said my mom in the fakest sweet voice I've ever heard.

"You sure it hasn't been too soon?" I muttered.

"Nonsense! Why are you dressed like that? No worries, we'll stop by the mall and get you a whole new wardrobe. We could get you a completely new look! After all, new town, new look, right?"

I looked down at my Falling in Reverse band tee, black ripped skinny jeans and combat boots. "What are you talking about?"

"Get in the car, I'll explain on the way home. I want to get out of here, it gives me the chills!" She got in the driver's seat and I hopped in next to her.